It was nighttime, Halloween night. The boys were sitting in the living room, eating popcorn and telling scary stories.
"Oh! Oh! I got one!" Matt raised his hand in excitement.
"Okay, Matt. But if this one isn't scary, then I'm putting spiders up your ass while you're sleeping tonight," Tom shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"No, this one is REALLY scary!"
Tord's Norwegian accent broke through, "Okay, then start."
"Okay, Okay. Once upon a time..."
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Two men sat on an empty train, riding through the night. They had nothing to do with each other, just two people taking the train.
One man wore a black trench coat. He had light brown hair, and a nice jawline. He kept his gaze low and out the window, looking at the dark forest. He was on a mission, a secret mission. Though he worked in the army, his secret identity was a vampire hunter. He had been hearing rumors of people mysteriously disappearing on this very train, so he decided to check it out.
The other man wore a black tuxedo. He had bright ginger hair, and a pale face. He kept his gaze on the other man. He controlled this train, using it to catch his prey. The ginger man could feel his fangs poking out as he was getting hungrier.
He made his move. The pale ginger stood from his seat, making his way, and sitting beside the mysterious man who kept to himself. He was uncomfortably close.
"Hello, good mate! My name is Matt," the ginger left his hand out for a proper greeting.
The nameless man took his hand, firmly shaking it. He noted how cold the hand was, "Tord. How are you?"
"Doing good, Tord. Feeling a little hungry. Might I ask, do you have a family or a special someone?" Matt beamed innocently. But he wasn't completely pulling through.
Tord narrowed his eyes, feeling as if he's got his target. He casually reached his hand in his pocket, grabbing a knife coated in garlic.
"I have a special someone, yes. But not a family."
"Aww, that sucks!" Matt chuckled.
"Why?" Tord tightened his grip, ready to pull out his garlic knife.
"Because," Matt smiled widely, showing the large pointed canines, "It sucks that you'll never see him again."
Matt lunged forward, hissing as he went for Tord's neck.
Tord pulled out his knife, only to drop it from the garlic being so slippery. He felt the fangs pierce his neck. He made a noise of pain, letting it ripple through the train cart. Tord wiped his garlic fingers on the vampire's face, causing him to trample back.
"Gah, ouch! It burns!" Matt held his face where a burn mark could be seen.
He looked at Tord, anger setting in.
"That's it, buddy."
Tord quickly stood, holding his ground as the vampire lunged at him again. The two men wrestled for dominance, and whoever subbed lost their life.
Tord kicked the back of Matt's knees, sending him to the ground, and pinning his hands above his head. He sat on top of him, keeping the vampire to the ground of the moving train.
Matt thrashed around, trying to get his hunter off of him. Eventually giving out, running out of breath, he looked at Tord. He really looked at him this time, instead of looking at him like a meal.
He noticed Tord's chiseled features. The way Tord glared down at him, and the way he pinned him down.
Matt's pale face turned pink.
Tord furrowed his brows, "What? Can't take it anymore?"
Matt stayed silent.
Tord looked at their surroundings, looking for his weapon. A noticeable twitch was felt underneath him, making him look back at the vampire.
"Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you?" His accent was thick, like a musical note. Despite the hate in it.
"Sorry, mate. This has never happened before." Matt smirked, gaining his confidence back. He looked the Norwegian up and down, looking hungry for something else now.
"You're. Gross." Tord tightened his grip, not letting Matt's erection get to him. He reached for his knife.
The ginger vampire took action, rolling the two over and pinning Tord to the ground. He used one hand to hold the weaponized hands above the head, and used his other cold hand to free roam.
Tord growled at the sudden defeat.
Matt smiled, his eyelids dropping low and seductive, "We don't need that now, do we, pretty boy~?"
He took the knife from Tord's grip and tossed it aside, not letting the garlic burn bother him. He let his free hand caress Tord's hard jawline, trailing down to his neck, and eventually to his chest.
"Let's make a deal, hmm?"
"I'm not making a deal with you, vampire!" Tord spat, trying to break Matt's cold iron grip.
Matt trailed his hand back to Tord's neck, wrapping his fingers around it. He leaned in close, sharing breaths. "Then I guess you'll be my dinner," Matt licked Tord's lips.
Tord closes his eyes tightly, trying not to let the beast seduce him. He bets Matt has a seduction power or something. Another lick was felt on Tord, but this time on his bite mark. It was really getting to him, having his neck be a sensitive area.
He growled, "What the hell do you want, beast?!"
"Easy," Matt spoke in a low, seductive tone, "I want to suck your dick."
Tord's eyes widened and a blush spread across his face. Now, he'd rather become dinner.
"You pervy monster, let go of me!" He jerked his body, once again trying to break free. A cold hand wrapped tightly around his neck, closing his airways. Tears pricked at the corners of Tord's eyes.
"Let's make a deal, little slayer," Matt loosened his grip a little when he noticed Tord's lips going off color. "Let me indulge you with my sexiness, or you indulge me with dinner."
The boy choked out a 'fine' with a thousand year glare. The pale vamp had seen that glare before, years ago before he took someone's life with the same deal. He wasn't going to do it to this young man, though. He thought he'd let him go back to whoever cared about him.
Matt took his cold hand off of Tord's throat and immediately pulled out his cock. It was just as pale as him. The only color it had to it was the slight shade of pink at the tip. He'd have to sort put his sexual frustrations soon.
"Suck," Matt ordered.
"What?"
"You suck, or I suck." Matt was implementing death or sex at this point. He made it easier for Tord and got off his chest, sitting beside him.
Tord took the cock in his hand. It was cold. He looked up at the vampire, noting that he liked the warmth of his hand. Tord's warm hand started stroking. Sighs and relaxed breathing were heard from Matt.
Another level of warmth was felt on the cold cock. Lips were wrapped around it, and warm hands were groping balls. Matt let his head fall back, fluttering his eyes shut as pleasure engulfed him.
Tord, on the other hand, was starting to enjoy this as well. He enjoyed the coldness of Matt's cock for some reason. It was soothing to him. He left the cold hands tangle in his hair, holding his head still as Matt slowly fucked his mouth. He softly moaned and groped himself through his pants.
Matt picked up the pace, groaning and whimpering. God, he just wanted to cum. It's been a couple hundred years since anything like this has happened. Maybe he could make an ongoing deal with this hunter.
The vampire's body started to shake. Not from it being deadly cold, but because he was about to cum. The hunter taking his cock sucked harder.
With one last thrust hitting the back of Tord's throat, he tasted the saltiness of cum filling his mouth. It was surprisingly warm. His hair was in massive tangles from the cold fingers gripping him.
Matt groaned and panted, pulling out of his hunter's mouth and fully sitting down to take a breather. He looked at Tord weakly and smiled, "Thanks for that, mate. It's been a while."
Tord hummed in response, wiping his mouth and adjusting his own raging stiffy.
"What do you say about an ongoing deal?" Matt put his own cock away, immediately shifting back into a serious mode.
Tord looked at him as he picked up his garlic knife and putting it in his pocket, "What kind of deal?"
"How about you do your wonderful works with me, and I only kill as minimal as possible to survive."
"How much is the minimum?" Tord squinted his eyes. This vampire has been the major hunt of centuries, killing thousands of innocent people for food. And yet, nobody could beat him. So maybe this deal could do something.
"In order for us vampires to survive, we have to consume about 5-10 bodies a month. I'll stop killing hundreds of people if you meet me and suck me off at least every other week." Matt looked at his nails, making sure to admire them before looking at Tord.
Tord thought for a moment. He didn't want to be a cheater with his current lover, "How about this?"
Matt looked at him with a perked brow. He never thought someone would try to overpower him.
Tord continued, "I don't want to sneak off and cheat on my current lover. So instead of me sneaking off to come find you, how about you come to our home and have fun with both of us?"
Stars twinkled in the vampire's eyes. What a negotiation to immediately agree on. Maybe, maybe they could become a poly relationship-
"But you also have to hide that you're a vampire, for as long as you can." Tord finished.
"Deal. I'll try my best. What's your address, how can I contact you?" Matt stumbled with questions. He was desperate for food, but even more desperate with his sexual health.
Tord wrote down his contacts before heading off, sending Matt a wave before exiting the train. He'd have to go home and talk with his own lover.
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Matt proudly finished his story, looking at the others for praise.
But everybody had different faces, mostly faced of confusion and horror.
"Oh, it worked! You're all scared!" Matt stimmed his hands as he cheered himself.
Edd spoke first, "Who's the vampire hunter's lover in this story?"
"Tom."
Edd started to cry of laughter, choking and coughing over his own breaths. He looked over to Tom, who was bottoming up on half a bottle of alcohol.
"Is this..." Tord cleared his throat, "Is this just a way of saying you want to fuck me?"
Panic immediately settled in Matt's stomach, realizing what he had said, "W-What? No! Of course not!"
"I think it does, Matt. What do you think, Edd?" Tom teased.
